Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, ain't fucking with me
See, I look in the and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice
neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
I tell my [?]
Now reload the aim-o

a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have a sidekick
Catch me in vans like one of them soccer mamas
And bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my
And I don't really fuck you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, being darkskinned
23 with the and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just a taco
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of
you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

Crack a with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts past ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of walking
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't your face when it's done
My square homie's license, double life in my
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You want the life like us, you need to crip coast
You want to steer that
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?